THE
TIRED GURU
I’m
so tired of people baring their souls
Reflecting
on life and its unknown goals
Of
telling tales with a meaningful end
Hoping
that somehow they will send
Messages
to those who themselves find
That
life has them gripped in a choking bind
Of
hopelessness and sorrows some self-created
Or
some misery that they inherited
I’m
so tired of them coming to me with woes
Or
a hidden secret that nobody knows
Some
want children others want wealth
Others
come to me to pray for their health
They
seek forgiveness for crimes they have done
And
lovers want me to find their lost loved one
How
do I tell them that I only play god
When
they prostrate before me and call me Lord
I’m
so tired of telling them such lies
They
bow before me and reach for the skies
From
whence they fall flat on mother earth’s face
And
then beseech me to show them some grace
Have
mercy, please, they call out to me
When
anyone with eyes could easily see
That
I am no messiah; I’m just a man
Caught
up in the same vortex, though I do what I can